Totoka River So this is it....

Charon's tail wagged in unison with Potema's as he came closer. He nudged her on the shoulder when he reached her, glad he'd happened upon her here. Sometimes it could be difficult to find a specific pack, especially one shrouded by forest and cliffs like Stavanger Bay. Charon liked that Potema had come to visit him, as it made him feel liked and appreciated. He could use that after all that had happened to the Bay in recent times.

The young Beta pursed his lips when Potema asked about the pack. "We're fine," he said, but he heard that it was evident that he was lying. "Well, okay, maybe not that fine. We're kinda small at the moment, and to make things worse my siblings got attacked by a bear. It killed one of my siblings and a good friend, I... think." Charon frowned darkly when he thought back to Atreyu's leg being ripped from his body as if he was a ragdoll, and Jorunn's body being carried along by the sea. There was always a chance that they'd come back, that they'd make it, but past experiences had told Charon that he shouldn't get his hopes up too much.